Listen

It is not always about you.
Sometimes it is about me.
There are things I hide inside
And they are waiting to be set free.
It not just about the cure,
Some times it is the disease,
That needs to be extinguished
By a simple word called please.
Please let me tell my story,
Please let me fuel my flame,
Please let me find my strength inside
That I have put away in shame.
There is one pure and simple truth
That I search for everyday,
And sometimes i feel the closer I get,
The more it fades away.
So let me tell my story
As you sit and wonder why
I didn't tell you sooner,
And just left my soul to die.